"I'm burning and it's because of you."
Three years ago one decision tore them apart before they even could be together. Now they meet again. With memories of the past and sweet promises of the future the world doesn't seem so bad. But the greed and...
"It is better to be feared than loved if you cannot be both."
- Niccolo Machiavelli
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Four years ago
"And this is our art club. It's divided into painters and sculptors. Feel free to roam around to see if you like it here."
Mix nodded, thanking the senior from his faculty and stepped inside the spacy hall with half of it being full of canvases and splashes of painting colours all over the floor and the walls, and the second with sculptures — finished and unfinished masterpieces.
In one of the corners, Mix could see what looked like a sculpture from ancient Greece or maybe Rome and right next to it was a sculpture of something that Mix couldn't identify but it was in the modern abstract style, that's for sure.
Mix was at the university for three months at that point but his mother insisted on him to at least try to see if he won't be interested in any club activities the university offered. Mix knew he won't sign up himself into any club but he still spend a good chunk of his break between classes looking into some of those clubs so he would at least be able to report to his mother how boring everything looked, and that he really didn't find anything that would catch his attention.
He was about to walk away when he heard that voice. He knew that voice, for he secretly was listening to it every day during lunch and during his favourite karate classes.
"You can blend certain colours together...yeah, like this...don't be afraid to experiment with art, especially, not with the painting that reflects your emotions. You can make it as crazy, as weird as you want to...as you feel inside. Splash it all on the canvas. No one besides you has to know what it means. In the end what is important is that you poured all your sorrows, all your wishful thinking, all your love, happiness, sadness or confusion, there on the canvas. Trust me, it feels like you were able to tell it all to someone, even though you didn't. But it's there, in front of you and it's beautiful, and it's ugly, but it's yours. It doesn't matter that others won't understand it, because you do."
Earth was standing next to a student in front of a big white canvas. She was nodding her head while Earth was talking, she seemed to really take Earth's advice to her heart.
And she wasn't the only one who took Earth's words and engraved them in her heart. For that short moment when Mix stood there and listen to his senior's words, he felt like he was spellbound by those words, by the man with such a pure, honest way of expressing his emotions. Earth felt like someone Mix would love to know more about, would love to go on long walks on a beach with and have conversations about life, animals, art, love, books, philosophy and more.
Mix looked up to Earth since he got into the university three months ago. Earth was one of the most beloved seniors in the whole university not only in the art faculty, and despite Mix being at veterinary he knew he wasn't the only one from his faculty who had Earth as his role model. Earth was smart, athletic, kind, funny, caring, and always willing to help no matter to which faculty you belonged.
